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This was not Nighting's first time being captured. Back when he was known
as Robin, he had been captured by pretty much every supervillain Gotham
could throw at him. Everyone from Two-face to Poison Ivy had him in
chains at one point, escalating to where he swore others were calling him
the "Boy Hostage" behind his back.
But that was years ago. He had much more experience as Nightwing, and the
few times he was captured more often than not ended with him escaping
with barely a scratch on him. After all, he was no sidekick to anyone
these days. He had moved to Bludhaven long ago, and was practically its
only protector. So now all he had to do was examine the situation, break
out, and break noses.
Nightwing looked around the room - or at least tried to. His head seemed
to be stuck facing forward, and he couldn't move the rest of his body
either. He could move his eyes though, and what he could see was that he
was stuck on a cross beam, his arms and his legs spread out. Drat. Looks
like he might have to get someone else's help on this.
With a loud clunk, the lights in wherever he was turned on, and he could
see that the crossbeam was on a conveyer belt. Over a crackling
loudspeaker, Dick heard the words of his captor.
"Good mornin', Bird Boy!" the unmistakable voice of Harley Quinn giggled
over the loud speaker. "I hope you're comfortable there."
"What do you want, Harley!" Nightwing shouted.
"Oh, nothin' much. Companionship, love, a cute girl to sweep me off my
feet," Harley said back with an audible sigh. "I was hoping I could fix
all that though, with one little thing!"
"What's that?"
"You!" Harley squealed. "You can be my new best friend!"
Nightwing began to laugh heartily. "This is the first joke you've said
that's actually funny, Harley," he quipped, "being friends with you at
all is as likely as Darkseid being elected president." He continued
giggling, up until he heard the conveyer belt rumble to life. "W-what's
happening?"
"It's simple, Birdy!" Harley said, starting to break out into laughter
herself. "I'm making a new friend!" The moment she finished talking, he
could feel a knife at the back of his neck. He tensed up, waiting for it
to stab him, but instead it slid down his back, cutting into his spandex
uniform. It all fell off, even his underwear. What cut his clothes off
moved in front of him, revealing itself to be a robot arm with a pair of
scissors. Another hand reached over and grabbed his mask, peeling it off.
Nightwing started to panic, thrashing at his bonds, but it was no use.
"I just needed to get you out of those sweaty boy clothes," Harley said,
once again falling into a giggle fit. "They looked so ugly on you!"
"At least it wasn't a disco collar," Nightwing mumbled under his breath.
The robot arm came back out alongside a hose and some squirt bottles. The
hose started spraying water over his head and face, and another robot arm
stared massaging the top of his head. It would have been relaxing, if not
for the circumstances. The first squirt bottle squirted on top of his
head, and the massage continued. Suds came down from the top of his
forhead, nearly getting into his eyes. He was hosed down again, removing
the shampoo from his hair. The other two squirt bottles released their
contents into his hair, and NIghtwing was sprayed down again. Two more
hands came down and rubbed out his hair. After a minute of unrelaxing
massage, Nightwing was sprayed. He could see some strands of hair fall in
front of his face, one a bright red and another a cool blue. The hands at
his side each grabbed a large tuft of his hair and brought it around. He
could feel something constricting them and putting them into ponytales.
"You're hair is just so great there, Nightwing!" Harley blurted over the
loudspeaker. "Hmm, Nightwing... that's not a good name for a cutie like
you! But enough about that, its time for my favorite part..."
Before Nightwing could ask any questions, an airbrush came down from the
ceiling. Nightwing closed his eyes and felt it spary something all across
his face and down his neck. Other brushes came out around him and started
spraying across his body. Once Nightwing felt the spraying stop, there
was a light tickling on his cheek. NIghtwing opened his eyes and looked
over; it was a makeup brush!
"Wh-what are you doing to me!" Nightwing shouted. Harley didn't respond,
instead, the makeup brush moved over to his other cheek. He only got a
quick glimpse at the brush before it connected; it was a bright and
cheery pink. Once it was finished brushing, there was a large flash; he
was forced to clsoe his eyes, he felt something else brushing his
eyelids. Afterwards, a sharp thing hit and dragged near the bottom of
both his eyelids. He opened his eye's wearily, only for the robot hands
to grab at the skin near the bottom of his eyes and pull down. The same
shapr instrument - eyeliner pencil - rubbed at the pink line at his
bottom lid. Falselashes were pulled out and placed against his real ones,
before a spikey wand rubbed up agains them. His lashes felt heavy, and he
couldn't see that far with them flapping in front of his eyes.
"Don't you look so pretty, Little Bird? Oh, but there's one more thing!"
Harley stepped out herself, the conveyer belt stopping right in front of
her. "Pucker up, darling," she said, grabbing his face. Harley produced a
bright red lipstick from her pocket and rubbed it on Nightwing's lips. He
rubbed his lips together out of habbit, and could feel how slick they
were. "Perfect!" Harley said, clapping her hands. "I just have to show
you!" She ran off, and came out with a full length mirror.
Nightwing could feel his jaw drop. Somehow, the machine he went through
made him look so much like Harley, only... different. Where's Harley, in
her outfit and cowl, looked just like a jester from the middle ages,
Nightwing looked like a pale street punk. His hair was a multi colored
red and blue pulled into twin pigtails. His whole body was covered in
white paint, including his face and butt. And his face had been made up
to look like some sort of poor street girl; besides the pale face, her
eyelids were painted with their own red and blue, done with a smokey eye
look that extended to his eyebrows. His eyes were also hit with a thick
layer of eyeliner, both on his lids and on his bottom water line. His
lashes were long and thick, and seemed to reach out to a maximum volume.
But what stood out to Nightwing most were his lips. He knew that the
lipstick was bright, but this was to a level he never expected. It was
the kind of red that made men blush, and was meant to leave prints in a
very special area. The kind that would get any middle schooler kicked
out of the prom.
Nightwing felt his bonds release, and immediately went to strike at
Harley. But his punch never connected; instead it hung behind his head,
constantly ready to strike. Harley laughed. "Oh dear," she giggled, "it
seems that flash you were hit with contained a special program. A little
thing to alter your mind away from being a stupid bird boy, and instead
my special girl!" She got in close; he wanted to hit her, but his arm
just wouldn't move. Harley grabbed Nightwing's closed fist and dragged
him to a different part of the building. "You're naked, and I always
enjoy the feeling of taking off someone's clothes. It's no fun just
having it all out ther from the start."
The place they ended up was a closet, each filled from row to row with
diffent clown themed outfits. Harley began searching through hte racks,
and eventually came out with what looked like a cut off denim tank top
and very short jeans. "Try these on!" Harley said with a smile. Almost
automatically, Nightwing reached out and slipped on the jeans; they were
tight, especially around his crotch. Nightwing then tried on the tank
top. Perfect fit.
"Oh, that's just adorable!" Harley squealed. "Eventually I'll get you
real breasts, but for now that flat chest of yours is just amazing!" She
reached around Nightwing, a foxy smile on her lips. "You really are sexy,
my little Mockingbird." Harley dipped the newly named Mocking bird down,
almost as if in a dance. "I'm going to enjoy loving you," she whispers,
before kissing her pet deep.
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